Psalms 92
1 A psalm. A song for the Sabbath day. How good it is to thank the Lord, to sing praises to you, Most High,
En Salme. En Sang for Sabbatsdagen.
2 to tell of your trustworthy love in the morning, and your faithfulness in the night,
Det er godt at takke HERREN, lovsynge dit Navn, du Højeste,
3 to the music of a ten-stringed harp and the melody of a lyre.
ved Gry forkynde din Naade, om Natten din Trofasthed
4 You've made me so happy, Lord, because of all you've done for me! I sing for joy at what you've done!
til tistrenget Lyre, til Harpe, til Strengeleg paa Citer!
5 Lord, what you do is amazing; your thoughts are very profound!
Thi ved dit Værk har du glædet mig, HERRE, jeg jubler over dine Hænders Gerning.
6 Only senseless people and fools don't know and understand this:
Hvor store er dine Gerninger, HERRE, dine Tanker saare dybe!
7 even though the wicked grow up quickly like grass, and even though people who do evil flourish, they will be destroyed forever!
Taaben fatter det ikke, Daaren skønner ej sligt.
8 But you, Lord, rule on high forever.
Spirer de gudløse end som Græsset, blomstrer end alle Udaadsmænd, er det kun for at lægges øde for stedse,
9 Your enemies, Lord, your enemies will die; everyone who does evil will be destroyed!
men du er ophøjet for evigt, HERRE.
10 But you have made me as powerful as a wild bull; you have anointed me with the best olive oil.
Thi se, dine Fjender, HERRE, se, dine Fjender gaar under, alle Udaadsmænd spredes!
11 My eyes look with pleasure to see my enemies defeated; my ears have heard the downfall of those who tried to attack me.
Du har løftet mit Horn som Vildoksens, kvæget mig med den friskeste Olie;
12 Those who live right flourish like a palm tree; they grow tall like a cedar tree in Lebanon.
det fryder mit Øje at se mine Fjender, mit Øre at høre mine Avindsmænd.
13 They are planted in the house of the Lord; they thrive in the courts of our God.
De retfærdige grønnes som Palmen, vokser som Libanons Ceder;
14 Even when they are old they will still produce fruit, staying fresh and green.
plantet i HERRENS Hus grønnes de i vor Guds Forgaarde;
15 They will declare, “The Lord does what is right! He is my rock! There is no wrong in him!”
selv graanende bærer de Frugt, er friske og fulde af Saft for at vidne, at HERREN er retvis, min Klippe, hos hvem ingen Uret findes.
